Captain America: Civil War Novels & Stories

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

“Logan, I want you. You have no idea how much I want you. But I can’t put the case at risk. I need it to be over, I need them to suffer for what they have done to me.” “I understand.” His tone was expressionless. I looked up, part of me begging for a different reaction. Hoping he would tell me how he felt but it didn’t happen. I wanted him to fight for me, fight for us. “Leah,” he paused finding a new tone of voice, “I understand. I want you too. I have since the night we met. The connection I feel with you is indescribable. I have never felt like this before, but I don’t want to be the reason those scumbags go free.”

I notice Oskar, his shirt hair glued to his face by the water. He laughs once our eyes connect, and he pulls himself to the surface. “What do we have here? It's Captain Densberry. Or do I say Captain America?” His teammates laugh, but I don't even blink. “Are you Oskar Wallin?” I nod at him, even though I know the obvious. He snorts, as if offended that I don't know him. That's what I asked that question with the obvious answer. “Is this you trying to be funny or something?” He asks. “are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?”

Valeria’s POV Killian answered on the first ring. “Vee?” “How do you deal with a mutiny?” I asked, not even bothering to say hello. “Whoa.” I heard Killian setting something down in the background, preparing to give me his full attention. “What’s going on?” I groaned, setting my forehead down on my desk. “I don’t think it’s anything serious, really. The warriors are worried that they’ll be out of a job now that the war is over.”

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

“Last night just felt different. He stepped up right in front of Carter on her front lawn.” Allie let out a breath. “Clara, Justin is the team captain. Coach Miller called all the players into the locker room on Monday and swore he would bench anyone involved in any public drama this season.” I blinked, my hands stopping in my lap. “What?” “Justin saw Carter making a huge, loud scene with Britney at her house,” Allie said, tapping her cup with her nail. “He stopped it before someone recorded a video and put it online. Britney's house was full of students—Justin moved Carter out of there to save the team from trouble, not to save you.”

Mara stepped forward. “We just ended the war.” Hope shook her head. “No.” She looked at Mara. “You ended theirs.” Elara closed her eyes. “Whose?” Hope's silver eyes moved toward the ceiling. “The people who made the Origin.” Orion's face hardened. “We thought they were gone.” “They were.” “Then how can there be a war?” Hope smiled. “Because you haven't met them.” A deep rumble passed beneath the chamber. The walls shook. The Open Bond symbol on the floor disappeared.

Quinn laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “That’s your idea of a message? The point is for something to be left behind.” Tony offered him a diet coke. “Don’t worry about that. She got the message loud and clear.” Quinn took the coke and opened it, savouring the feel of the cool liquid rushing down his throat. “Which is?” he asked. Tony simply looked up at the now clear sky. “This means war.”, he said.